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Elias admired his work, a binder for each of his classes, printed syllabus along with all the required books for the semester. All his clothes were neatly folded away in the small but perfectly sufficient dresser, and the small organizer he set atop it contained any recovery items he might need.

But he frowned when he glanced over towards Saya, his Lucario. She knelt in front of the window, gazing idly out over the campus grounds from their fourth-floor room, her chin resting on the air-conditioning unit that sat right up against the windowsill. She'd seemed glum almost since the time they arrived, yet every time he asked her what was wrong, she evaded answering. The two of them grew up together, ever since she were a Riolu.

Elias bit his lip. It was his responsibility to take care of his pokemon, even if she didn't want to let him. "You doing okay?" he asked.

Saya spoke without lifting her chin, mumbling, "I'm good."

Elias sighed. "You don't seem like you're good." He took a seat in the desk chair and scooted it next to her so he could scratch the back of her head. "What's been bothering you."

"It's nothing," she started, but a quick glance up at him must have told her he wasn't going to let her off as easily as he had. "I'm just getting used to being here."

It had been a big change, moving into the dorms and scrambling to get everything ready for the semester, but Elias had thought the upcoming challenge would excite her just as much as it had him. He followed her gaze out to the people and pokemon milling about below on the green, groups chatting, some with blankets spread out and enjoying the perfect weather.

"Do you want to go outside?" he asked.

"No."

"Are you not feeling well? Do you want to visit the pokemon center?"

"No."

Elias contained the exasperated sigh he wanted to let out, instead forcing calm, counted breaths. His fingers continued to run through her soft azure fur and the black band running between her pointed ears, fingertips gently scratching her scalp. "Are you worried?"

A slight hesitation, then another, "No."

"You know all this time we've spent together, I don't think you've ever kept anything from me before. We've always been honest with each other. I've always felt like I could tell you everything." Elias stroked the back of Saya's head, careful not to spend too much time touching the four black appendages hanging from the back of her head. Interfering with her aura sensing made her anxious.

"It's not that." One of her claws plinked at the metal vent. "I'm fine, really. There's just so many people all around us, so much Aura, like a constant roar running through my head. I'll be okay once I get used to filtering it all out."

A wave of relief washed over Elias. "Didn't sleep well last night?"

Saya shook her head.

"We've been around large crowds before and it never bothered you." Elias' hand stilled, lost in his own thoughts. "And if that was all that was bothering you, why not just say something?"

Saya shrunk in on herself, her large red eyes flicking towards him then away again. Elias let his hand drop away from her head and dropped his eyes to his own feet.

"You've never lied to me before," he murmured.

"I'm not lying!" Saya protested, her large ears springing defensively upright. "It is all the people, all the auras, it's just-" She squirmed, then stood up and began pacing a tight circle in the middle of the room. "It's just a problem I have to deal with. I don't know how to describe it."

"If you aren't happy here, well I hope you'll give it a chance." Elias spoke slowly, all but forcing the words out. "But if you aren't happy, then we'll leave." Despite his words, they both knew how much he had anticipated coming here ever since he received his acceptance letter. "If you could just try to explain, maybe I can help you."

Saya's ears drooped, shoulders hunched. Her voice sounded utterly defeated. "You'll think I'm weird."

Elias laughed and stood up, placing himself in Saya's path, a hand on her shoulder. "I promise you I won't think you're weird."

Saya tried to continue her pacing but Elias held her in place, or at least she let him hold her there. She could pick him up and toss him out the window with ease.

"Well." Saya took a keen interest in the floor, avoiding his gaze at all cost. "You know how y- some humans watch videos of other humans um, mating? To enjoy themselves?" Her claws extended into the carpet and retracted, snapping some of the fibers with each flex.

Elias blinked, a flash of heat rising in his throat. Surely she had never been around when he did that. He made very sure he was alone when- He cleared his throat. "I-I guess."

"Well there's a lot of people here mating. Quite a lot. The Aura from such emotions is very noticeable - powerful, and it's like- It's like watching those kind of videos, but I can't turn it off, or look away. I can feel it.And so many." Saya fidgeted her paws together. "I'll get the hang of it in a day or two. It's just very hard feeling like this all the time." She shivered.

It took longer than it should have for her words to sink in, the red in his cheeks deepening as he understood. Every instinct told him to forget what he'd heard. Saya was right, it was a rather private issue and he should let her figure it out without interfering.

The silence between them grew, Saya holding her breath waiting for a response. Elias had already turned away, her confession halfway to being packed up and set in a forgotten unused corner of his mind to never see the light of day again.

But Saya was his partner, his best friend, and he owed it to her to support her through any trial no matter how uncomfortable it made him. That was his entire purpose. It took him three tries to form a coherent sound with his desiccated mouth.

"Sorry, I just wasn't expecting that," he chuckled nervously. "I don't think you're weird. That sounds difficult to deal with." He cringed at his clumsy attempt even as the words were still leaving his mouth. "I could leave for a bit if you need some privacy." Blind panic let his mouth offer up solutions without the barest quality assurance. "There's a daycare here if you wanted to find a male pokemon to-"

"No!" Saya's ears shot up again, but she quickly tempered herself, lowering her voice to a whisper. "No, I don't think I want that. I did try relieving myself last night while you were sleeping, but it didn't help for very long." She pawed at the floor. "It wouldn't be fair to constantly make you leave your own room."

The thought of Saya- Elias shook the image from his mind. None of the training or research he'd done over the years had remotely prepared him for having to deal with an uncomfortably horny pokemon tuned into what sounded like the holy grail of porn with no close tab button. Elias took a deep breath. "Is there anything I can do to help or make it easier for you?"

From the corner of his eye, Elias saw Saya peeking up at him, and the two finally looked at each other, her eyes wide and intense over her sharp muzzle. Then Saya walked over and pressed her forehead against Elias' chest.

"Humans are strange about mating and I thought you'd get mad or- I should have told you sooner." She nuzzled against him, and Elias embraced her in a gentle hug.

"We're a team. We always will be." Elias scratched the back of her head. "We can overcome anything together."

Saya barely spoke loud enough to hear. "Can I ask you something?"

"Anything."

One of Saya's claws idly picked at Elias' shirt, her request already in motion, but she continued to stall, working up the courage. "Would you help with it?"

Elias had his mouth open before the weight of what Saya meant sank in. Her small but powerful body trembled in his arms. What did he say to that? Saya had been the sibling he never had. They grew up together. She was a pokemon. He had offered to help any way he could, and now she requested it. How far did he let her take that?

For his own turn to stall, Elias cleared his throat, the time it took his brain to stop spinning in place already leaving her vulnerable request hanging precariously about them. "How?" was all he could manage.

Encouraged by his lack of an immediate refusal, an eagerness energized Saya's tone. "Maybe you could just use your fingers?" She rushed forward while Elias' mind blanked. "I wouldn't fee like I was kicking you out, and it wouldn't take long if you were doing it." Saya bit her lip, her body tensed as if bracing for a blow.

Elias' heart thrummed in his ears. Was he really going to consider this? All his focus through life had been spent learning about pokemon and training with Saya. He'd never even kissed a human girl, let alone- Why would Saya want his help with this? But if he could help, he needed to, and Saya had made the request.

"Okay." He took a deep breath. "What do you want me to do?"

Saya broke free of Elias' loose embrace. "Really? You will?" Her red eyes glittered up at him with unshed tears, tail wagging. Then she frowned, forcing her tail still and lowering her eyes. "I hadn't really considered this far ahead, um." She glanced around the room. "M-Maybe you could just sit in the chair?"

Elias swallowed nervously but did as instructed, trying not too hard to think about what might come next. With the back of the chair to the desk, Saya had plenty of space to sidle up next to his right leg. He tried not to look, but he couldn't help his curiosity. His eyes followed the sweep of her lean torso, her cream colored belly abruptly cut by a black belt of sleek fur around her hips. Thick blue fur covered her hips and crotch, but he spied dark flesh surrounded by matted wet fur between her thighs.

His clothes suddenly felt a bit too tight, the room a little too warm. A bead of sweat tickled his ribs. Elias jerked his eyes away from her groin. "Now what?"

Saya's paws took his wrist and turned his palm upwards, her touch reverent, moving slowly and without force, guiding him forward but letting him make the movements. Heat radiated from her body like a fire type. His fingers brushed firm but springy flesh, slick and silken.

Saya cried out softly. Elias tried to jerk back, afraid he'd hurt her, but her black paws tightened, refusing to let him pull away. He was really doing it, touching his pokemon, pleasuring her. The though sent a wave of confusing feelings through his belly, many of which felt far too good to acknowledge, even to himself.

"Keep going," Saya begged, leaning further into him, hips twitching. "Please."

Elias nearly trembled as much as she did, his mouth too dry to respond. He had no idea what he was doing, but the thought of touching her like this woke something withing him, a primal curiosity, and her pleading tone left him no option.

Despite not often getting the privacy to do so, Elias had seen porn before. He knew what a human girl looked like, and Saya wasn't that. Soft lips protruded from her body rather than laying flush between her thighs. Her entrance was more of a hole than a slit, though her lips formed an almost teardrop shape which his fingers traced, gathering a thick coating of her fluids. He knew girls got wet when aroused, and Saya was very, very wet.

Saya panted quietly, moving one of her paws to rest on Elias' shoulder, the other paw remaining at his wrist, offering encouragement rather than any kind of guidance. For a time Elias lost himself and his original purpose, enthralled with exploring Saya's unique anatomy. He let his middle finger stray inwards, noticing how her lips naturally guided his touch towards her center, towards her eager entrance. Each time he passed over that convergence, the grip on his shoulder tightened, Saya's breath hissing to a bated pause.

The thought of his touch producing such as strong reaction felt so deeply intimate, connecting the two of them in a way he'd never imagined, that any doubts he had vanished. His fingertip pressed against her entrance, plush lips parting around him without a hint of friction.

A tiny exultant "Yes," accompanied Saya hugging Elias, both of her strong arms wrapping around the back of his head and pulling him against her shoulder, her quick breaths tickling the back of his neck.

The pressure inside her sex encompassed his probing digit, her inner walls squeezing and twitching, resisting just enough to make her inviting heat that much more enticing. Elias had nothing in his life to compare the feeling to, the combination of heat and silky wetness, the way her inner muscles pulsed and clenched, fully enveloping every inch of his finger that he slowly sank between her thighs. Even his single inquisitive digit felt like it strained her limits, her tight pussy ardently reluctant. He couldn't imagine trying to fit a second finger or- Or anything else.

Elias let his eyes drift shut, nuzzling his face into the soft creamy tuft of fur around Saya's neck. Part of him longed to see the parts of her that his hand explored, but every treble and gasp with her arms locked tight around him, her chest heaving and shuddering against his chin, allowed his entire focus to marvel her body through touch alone.

Luxurious slick heat coaxed him deeper while her crushing grip made him work for ever inch of her enticing canine pussy. A small bump passed across his finger about an inch inside, his initial touch sending a spasm through Saya's tunnel nearly strong enough to snap his finger. They gasped in unison.

Elias continued, sinking middle finger into Saya until her plump exterior lips left a sloppy kiss against the palm of his hand, the entire length of his digit encased in her desperate heat, letting him feel each clench travel along him. She grew tighter the deeper he sought, but her full depths remained tantalizingly out of reach, a suckling contraction of muscles urging him further.

Instead, Elias pulled back, fighting against her inner walls coordinated effort to guide him deeper towards her womb, a sensation that left him panting nearly as hard as Saya, her fur tickling his face.

"There!" Saya whined, her hips quivering and bucking against his touch. "Right there-" She cut herself off with a quiet moan, message conveyed.

It had to be her clit, and Elias set himself to memorizing every subtle detail of the small hard nub, barely a half inch long and nestled into the wall of her pussy. She clenched when he pressed it, quivered wildly when he stroked its short length, and whined against the back of his head when he ran his fingertip from one side to the other.

Saya's hips rocked against his hand. "I'm close."

Elias drew small slow circles around her clit, sometimes passing right across it, other times just brushing the very edge before teasing away. Unfortunately, Saya didn't give him long to savor all the ways her inner muscles could flutter and writhe.

Claws bit into the side of Elias' neck and the back of his head where Saya gripped him. He winced but continued to gently massage the stiff bead inside Saya's sex, her hips thrusting against his finger as if trying to snap it of. He let his palm rest against her plump lips, steadying his touch, making it easier to resist the crushing pressure threatening to eject him from her pussy by force.

Saya's furious whisper sounded so quiet, so small, that Elias didn't think she intended for him to hear, but every word engraved his memory until grew to a shrill squeal. "I love you I love you I love you I love you-"

Elias rode out her long, desperate orgasm with her, ignoring the small rivulet of fluids which dripped from his wrist onto the floor, his free hand holding her taut rump. Every muscle in his wrist ached, fighting the crushing waves of pleasure rolling through her pelvis, steady regular contractions stilling his tender ministrations as they passed. Eventually her breathing slowed, and Saya reached down, took him by the wrist and pulled his hand free.

Exhausted laughter rumbled from her chest, and she leaned down to hurriedly lick his cheek before collapsing to her knees at his side. "Thank you," she murmured, still breathless. "Thank you for understanding, for everything."

Before Elias could reply, Saya brought his hand up before her, examining her fluids glistening on his skin. Then she leaned in and began to clean up after herself, starting with his wrist and moving upwards far more thoroughly than was warranted. Her tongue tugged lightly against his skin, rough enough to let him experience its exotic clingy texture, yet not so rough that it prevented her from lavishing long, slow licks down the length of his finger.

"You don't have to-" but the fire burning in Saya's deep red eyes silenced him, and he let her continue, unable to look away. Her body had felt so wonderful, so fascinating, that he hadn't realized just how much he'd enjoyed the task. His erection strained against his underwear, aching for a more accommodating position at the very least, but he couldn't, not with Saya on her knees in front of him. It would seem like he were asking her to- But she had to notice the obviously unnatural landscape of his shorts, even with his average endowment.

Saya finished, inspecting his hand for any last trace of herself before grinning and hugging his leg. "Thank you," she murmured again. "Not just, you know, but also for understanding. I know it sounds silly but I was worried you'd be upset."

"Never." Elias pet her between the ears. "I'm just glad you're feeling better." An affectionate silence fell across them, and Saya nuzzled his thigh, the tip of her snout growing worrying close to Elias' erection, tension pooling in his gut.

"Did you enjoy it?" Saya asked, an unusual playfulness to her tone. Elias considered how to deflect, but when she raised her chin to meet his eyes, he saw that it wasn't a question. He sat frozen, his lips parted but no words escaped him. Saya laughed. "I can feel the-" she tilted her head, pondering, "the sharpness in your aura." Then her eyes glanced towards his crotch. "And that." Fangs flashed in a wide grin. "I could help you too, if you want."

Hormones and nerves, excitement and dread, all swirled in a chaotic cocktail of opposing urges and wants and fears. What did she even mean? Did she want to have sex? Would she if he asked? Or the reverse? Did he want to – to mate with a pokemon? Questions and uncertainties flooded his mind, none of which he felt prepared to address, and certainly not with Saya's eyes boring into his soul.

"I um, no it's okay. I can take care of it myself-"

"Can I watch?" Saya sat upright, shifting directly in front of him, her black-crossed snout inches from his knees. With excitement glittering in her eyes, Elias knew she wouldn't let him evade like he had allowed her to, not now. And he if didn't take care of things, he'd spend the entire night restlessly awake.

His cheeks burned. He'd never been naked in front of anyone before. Sometimes he'd get changed while she was around, but never completely undressed, and certainly never with her full attention on him. But something had changed between them. She would ask him for relief again, and he knew he would help her, maybe even wanted to. Definitely wanted to. They would need to grow more comfortable around each other.

Biting his lip and glancing down to break away from Saya's gaze, Elias lifted his hips and lowered his shorts, finally letting his cock spring free of its cloth prison. Even that small stimulation left him breathing hard, precum covering his tip.

Saya observed without uttering a sound but studying his crotch like a predator waiting to ambush its unsuspecting prey. Elias slid his shorts to his knees, and Saya grabbed them without warning and dragged them all the way down to his ankles, leaving her view unobstructed and an excuse to lean in closer. She rest one paw on his knee, his cock twitching in response.

Elias awkwardly placed a hand over his length, more to cover himself than anything else, but his palm running across his slick tip sent an undeniably wonderful shudder through his pelvis. His eyes drifted shut for a moment, fresh memories of how Saya's body felt rushing in to fill the sensory void. Desire gnawed away at his lingering reservations.

While Elias let his fingers wrap around his shaft, Saya leaned in further, her paw sneaking up the inside of Elias' thigh. His eyes snapped open just in time to see Saya's cold snout settle against his taut balls.

He gasped. "What are you doing?"

Her snout explored him with incredible care, his untamed pubic hair doing nothing to dissuade her, eyes drifting shut. "You smell nice."

"D-Don't be weird." Elias tried to shift away, but Saya's snout followed.

She shot him an unreadable look with those large red eyes before closing them to focus on his balls. "Like that soap you always use, and male." Her nose gently pressed against his sack, letting his balls drag across her snout, carefully testing their weight.

Elias's still held his shaft, but he didn't dare move, already worryingly close to that familiar precipice. "Male isn't a scent."

"Of course it is." And with her mouth already open, Saya let her tongue explore the curve of his balls.

Pleasure raced through Elias' abdomen, drawing a small groan from his chest, his fingers dropping away from his shaft, letting it jerk free and bounce against Saya's snout. She took this as a full invitation and forced herself between Elias' legs, her black paws running up his hips, giggling each time his shaft bounced against her nose. She tried a few unsuccessful licks before taking his base in a tender grasp.

All Elias could think of was how she felt squeezing around his finger, the desperate way her sodden tunnel clung to him. Now Saya buried her face in his crotch, slowly exploring her way up the base of his shaft. His best friend, his closest partner, the person he respected and admired most. They spiraled together, each surrendering to the inexorable draw of their basest instincts, towards a primal intimacy.

"Saya you should stop." Elias grit his teeth, the arms of his chair creaking beneath his desperate grip. Her tongue perfectly conformed to the underside of his shaft, her cool snout leading the way, searching higher, followed by the satin tug of her tongue, her paw curled just tight enough to prevent him from escape no matter how his cock twitched in pleasure.

"Seriously, I'm about to-" Elias sucked in deep breaths, but he knew it was useless, her snout collecting the heavy drool of precum just as it began to roll down his shaft, her tongue quick to follow, caressing the most sensitive folds right below his head. "I'm gonna-!"

Elias let out a long groan, pure bliss erupting from his loins, all the tension and stress of the last few days flashing to bliss, all the wonderfully overwhelming new ways he'd just begun to understand his partner, all of it compressed into a singular torrent of relief.

The first three shots arced high before falling across Saya's head and ears, though she dutiful continued to lap at his shaft, her adept tongue drawing out each wave of pleasure, his vision fading to a supple white fog. Saya didn't let any of his seed go to waste, letting one heavy pulse glaze the bridge of her snout before she opened her maw wide and accepted his long pent up release across her tongue. What didn't land on her tongue, she lapped hungrily from the underside of his shaft.

An enormous weight lifted from Elias' chest. He slumped wearily into the chair, languishing in the afterglow of the best orgasm he'd ever had. It took a moment for his eyes to focus on Saya kneeling between his thighs and beaming with pride. Her tongue reached for the cum beginning to run down the side of her muzzle.

"S-Sorry," he murmured. "I didn't mean to make a mess of you. I should have a towel or something-"

Saya didn't let him stand. "Then maybe you can help me clean it up." She grinned, taking his wrist in her paw and guiding his fingers to her snout. Elias didn't have the presence of mind to react quick enough. His fingers ran through the slimy white mess covering her black fur.

He tried to jerk away, but Saya held firm, sensually licking the cum from his fingers. Her eyes drifted shut as she did so, her movements slow and calculated to let him watch, his seed collecting on her dexterous tongue before she drew it into her muzzle, shooting sultry glances at him and swallowing animatedly, savoring it.

"Well? Are you going to help?"

"You're still taking a shower after this." Elias blushed, silenced by the grin she flashed at him, his mind not currently up to the task of matching wits. Trying to wipe cum off fur with only his fingers proved futile, but he did what he could, each time allowing Saya to clean it from his fingers to her satisfaction.

"Does it taste good?" Elias asked after she finally relinquished the hold on his wrist, his finger plenty clean more than a few lick ago.

"It's not terrible." Saya stood up and rounded the chair so she could lean in close to lick his chin, his scent heavy on her breath, offering him an unfortunate hint. "But knowing that it's yours makes it wonderful." She nipped him on the earlobe, something she'd never done in all their time together, then sauntered into the bathroom, leaving him to dress himself in privacy, already erect again.